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A ball of dust freed from the never-ending maze of a computer chip
Carried by the assembly line on the cold hallway, the doors open
Lightly floating away with a drop of dandelion tear,
I let myself go to blend with the patches of plain green
Surrounded by the untouched asphalt blackboard

Beneath the feasting warmth of the sun
Beneath the sweetened shadow of the trees
Heavy-eyed footsteps lead me to the Secret Garden

Under the roof of leaves
Under the garden of petite blossoms
Competing amongst themselves trying to look taller

Beside the majestic puddle of little suns
Beside the arrogant pedals turning their backs
To the bittersweet smell, the glorious sweat of the green pillars
Smiling and holding their golden trophies high
Embracing me as I sunk with them on the earth





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